After snow
wise snow shovel waits:
sun slurs the mess awash down
hill: I sit, rest, read.
*
Sometimes
up with your child, night’s
anxious middle shows its calm
underside to you
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Nice, thanks for sharing!
Thanks! Checking out your piece on Ashbery right now.